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Marlowe ([personal profile] marlowe_tops) wrote in [community profile] bakerstreet2017-03-18 04:40 pm

The Road


The Road


Maybe you’ve always been traveling this road. Maybe you just started. But, either way, now you have a companion. They say it’s not about the destination, it’s the journey. Now you’re going to have to find out.

1. Post-apocalyptic. There’s not much left of the world out there. But there’s still this road, and at the end of it, they say, there’s a haven.
2. Epic fantasy. It’s a long and winding road, through forests and plains, and all manner of treacherous fairies and giant spiders along the way. Supposedly, at the end of it there’s a castle, a dragon, and a treasure.
3. Yellow brick road! A journey through a world weird and wonderful, and at the end, if you’re lucky, is a way back home.
4. Road trip! Route 66, cheap motels, diners, small-town America and the open highway.
5. The Eternal Commute. Welcome to hell. Or New Jersey. Either way, really. The two of you are stuck in this car, in traffic, and you’re getting nowhere. Eventually, one day, you’re going to get to your destination.
6. Wilderness road. Maybe you’re lost, or stranded, or this is all you’ve ever known. All you know is there’s only one road in all this wilderness, and if you’re ever going to get back to civilisation, you’re going to have to follow it.
7. Shangri-La. You’ve heard a rumour about this road. It goes somewhere. Somewhere special. El Dorado. Atlantis. Camelot. But if you ever want to get there, you’re going to have to follow the road. Don’t stray.
8. WILDCARD
maledicat_dominus: (et nulla est in nobis veritas)

[personal profile] maledicat_dominus 2017-03-19 05:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Faust looked with interest upon the everything and nothing that surrounded them. He felt a sense of dread and a sense of fascination, and noted them both, carefully, tracking his emotions for shifts and changes.

The young woman who walked alongside him seemed to be neither a guide nor a threat. A fellow traveler, in this place, or to it.

He felt, achingly, searingly, as though it would be folly to stop, or to look back whence they had come. He wanted, more than anything, to do so, but the dread of it warned at him, whispering in Latin to flee. For the moment he merely savored the feelings. Fear. Compulsion.

"That's a surprisingly difficult question to answer," he said. His voice sounded too loud in his ears, fracturing the whispering silence of the dark forest. "I seek knowledge. I want power beyond the reach of mortal men."
metades: (small enough to fit inside the cracks)

[personal profile] metades 2017-03-19 08:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Cold air tickled the back of Adora's neck almost like an otherwoldly breath, but in all her dreams that had been a warning sign that ought to be ignored - pay it no mind and it will not hurt you. Look ahead and it cannot not catch you. Like Orpheus guiding Eurydice to the world of the living, to look back would result in doom. If she had a gut feeling beyond the visceral famine for living flesh that threatened to numb her senses, then this was precisely it.

"This might just be the place for you."

Her voice sounded after a moment of overall silence but for their footsteps and breathing. "Is there purpose to such power beyond acquiring it? Will it make you happy in the end?" It wasn't in her nature to assume happiness to be the be-all end-all in anyone's life, but neither was it to aspire to high.
maledicat_dominus: (stipendium peccati mors est)

[personal profile] maledicat_dominus 2017-03-20 06:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Faust considered the question. He liked the question. Tilting his head as he considered it, he drummed his fingers against his thigh. "Not in the way you mean, I don't suppose. There's no level of power or knowledge that is a goal at which I would be satisfied. I can certainly never contain all of the knowledge that has ever existed. It's more like a hunger. I might eat, and exquisite food might make me very happy, but soon I would hunger again."

His eyes lingered a moment on his companion, wondering about her nature and her motives. He did not yet ask.

"Why do you say this might be just the place for me? What do you know of it?"
metades: (split the evening but as you see)

[personal profile] metades 2017-03-20 10:59 pm (UTC)(link)
"... I see." It's neither thoughtless or idle despite the simplicity of her response. He makes an interesting analogy, one Adora can unfortunately relate to in a too literal, too uncomfortable manner.

Almost instinctively, she finds herself rubbing at a spot in her neck, the line of scarred skin pulling in the direction of her touch in an all too realistic manner to just be an exercise in bizarre aesthetic choices. Hunger is a word she's too familiar with. It is not something she wants to feel for the duration of this journey and so she finds focus on his question instead.

"For my part, I know nothing," Her eyes wander down at her feet, then towards the path ahead until she respectfully looks at him instead. "-- Except that I've seen it in my dreams, calling over and over. So if what you look for is beyond human understanding, surely this must be the perfect place to start."
maledicat_dominus: (solamen miseris socios habuisse doloris)

[personal profile] maledicat_dominus 2017-03-21 12:14 am (UTC)(link)
"Perhaps we are in one of your dreams," Faust suggested, wanting to know, specifically, what made this differ from the dream, or how she knew it wasn't. "Or hell. Or a sort of limbo."

He leaned over to stage-whisper to her, tilting his head carefully so that he caught no possible glimpse of what might lurk in their wake. "What do you think is behind us?"
metades: (everybody's sick for something)

[personal profile] metades 2017-03-21 12:28 am (UTC)(link)
"Are damned souls meant to tread endlessly?" She almost lauged, but the sound was drier than intended, lacking in practise and confidence. "Perhaps it is one of my dreams - perhaps my mind is a projection of the afterlife itself. Or perhaps that's a bit too much." She pauses. "It's the first time I'm not alone. And the first time I remember coming here of my own volition."

Every other time was a blur, as dreams would have it. If this were another one, it would be too meticulous for comfort.

His words, too, were too heavy for comfort. There was another cold chill in the back of her neck, like a phantom tongue lapping at the skin in an effort to terrorize her.

"Something all-consuming," she whispered back, fidgeting with the hem of her blouse. "More than a demon or a witch or a creature going bump in the night. Fear itself is far greater - I would assume. I'm not tempted to look just yet."

"But what do you think it is?"
maledicat_dominus: (si pecasse negamus fallimur)

[personal profile] maledicat_dominus 2017-03-21 04:16 am (UTC)(link)
"Nothing," Faust said, head forward once again, pace steady. There were hints of both dread and reverence in his voice. He desperately wanted there to be something behind them. For this to be a place of magic, real magic. Even if it was hostile to him, the cost was worth it. But he did not believe that there would be anything at all. This was, surely, a dream born of fevered hopes and overspiced food.

"There is nothing behind us. The dread that keeps us from looking, the certainty that something pursues us--it's only an illusion. If we turn about, there will be nothing at all, and that--I think--is worse than any monster or obscenity."

He tilted his head up, but there was nothing to see. Treetops disappearing into mist. Pausing, he knelt, skimming his fingertips over the surface of the path. "If we stop, would it matter?"
metades: (I do not have an awful lot to tell)

[personal profile] metades 2017-03-24 12:33 am (UTC)(link)
If magic - any kind of magic - was truly his wish, he had the dark child of its end result right beside him; a fragmented soul inhabiting a fragmented body, and though she tried to mask it well, she was no actress and bound to falter at any moment.

"You sound far too skeptical - and yet, you say it as if you want to believe." It was a strange coordination of opposing feelings but Adora could not blame him for it. He made a good point - in not knowing lied the greatest of fears, in expecting the greatest of anxieties. But she was not so desperate or so paranoid to give in - her mind was focused on the end, a goal, something she could not quite place but was sure would be at a reaching point of this journey. If there was one.

She stopped a foot or so ahead of him and almost looked back - almost, but instead took a couple of steps back to observe him side-by-side. No falling for it yet.

"Would something so patient as to let us wander grow impatient now of all times?" She offered a meek shrug despite her words. "If we stop, we won't know what lies ahead. If we look back, we might either be disappointed or regretful. But your choice is yours."